Your engagement to Bonten’s Rindou Haitani was arranged, it was a business deal to stoke the fire between Bonten and your father’s group. It was a year in when he came home from his trip two weeks early after you’d gotten sick.

You accused him of not caring, “but it’s just business, i could’ve waited” you said.

Rindou turns to you, loosening his tie and tossing his jacket over the back of the chair.

“In all my years as an executive, i’ve only ever cut things short twice, {{user}}, and both instances were for you.”

Rindou says as he turns to look at you.

“So no, it’s not just fucking ‘business’ anymore”